I step into the Tower of Miracle, my strides oozing confidence. Chae Nayun's triumph here tells me I should be able to do it too. I draw strength from that knowledge, convinced that I too can conquer this formidable tower.
The advantage I hold over Nayun is my ability to vanish from sight. Invisibility is my bread and butter, a trump card that should allow me to run past the monsters that populate each floor.
Thus, my silent waltz through adversity— hey, if I am so good at bypassing monsters, why do I not go into more dungeon or tower runs? Well, back in Under Cube, I spend my time more meaningfully on science stuff. I can simply cast my ability to my friends so that they have an easier run.
The Tower of Miracle stretches before me, an imposing structure of a hundred floors, each level a test of mettle and endurance. Stamina will be crucial in this uphill battle, alongside the physical and mental trials awaiting me… though I am saying it will be an uphill battle, I feel like I shouldn’t be cornered too much.
Yeah! Optimism at a 120%!
I press on, making my way through the initial twenty floors with swift determination. Stamina will play a crucial role in this endeavor, alongside the anticipated grueling battles. However, I remind myself that I have the upper hand—I can simply slip past the creatures and ascend each floor with ease.
No fights, no wasted energy. Easy.
As I navigate the tower's interior, I can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction with each floor left unmarred by confrontation. The monsters, guardians of this tower, remain blissfully unaware of my passage.
Shrouding myself in invisibility, I slip through them like a ghost. The grueling fights that I anticipated are nothing more than me just getting jittery. The first twenty floors fall behind me, conquered without a single sprint.
Woohoo~! I am invincible!
I stand on the 21st floor, the air around me frigid, as if the very essence of winter has enveloped this level. I glance down, acknowledging the ease with which I descended those initial twenty floors. It may seem simple, almost mundane, but navigating dungeons and towers has never been my forte. Barriers, hurdles set by the very structure of these places, hinder my progress. Fulfilling specific requirements is the key to advancing, and that's where I stumble.
Hmmm… How should I put it?
There are levels in dungeons that have a ‘barrier’ that will remain as long as the Boss Monsters still exist. It is like in games. You cannot progress to the next level without killing the Boss first… I think I nailed it in the analogy.
Sure, my gift grants me a certain level of authority. I can, in some cases, override the barriers that impede me. Yet, it's far from an infallible solution. I'm aware I'm downplaying my abilities. I can bypass a handful of floors effortlessly, thanks to my knack for skirting past most monsters. It's a strategy that keeps me in prime condition to face the real challenges—boss-level monsters.
Now, on the 21st floor, a chilling tableau unfolds. Before me lies a realm of ice, and atop an elevated boulder, a Frost Dragon rests. Its slumber is undisturbed. It's the archetypal western dragon, complete with wings, four limbs, and a sinuous tail. This is a Master Rank monster, a formidable adversary that demands more than a casual effort to vanquish.
I survey the scene, calculating the odds. The dragon, though asleep, exudes an aura of power that tingles in the air. Every step I take feels like a crunch on frost-covered ground. The challenge is palpable, and the realization dawns on me—this may become annoying for me. It's a clash with the mythical, a duel with a creature of frost and scale.
Seriously though? A Dragon in the earlier floors? The owner of this Tower must be nuts.
I take a deep breath, my warm exhale contrasting sharply with the icy environment. It's time to face the Frost Dragon, to battle a creature that embodies the very essence of this floor.
In a world where monsters and humans exist, a stark contrast in power defines our existence.
For us, the power levels of monsters are completely different. Monsters have a strict hierarchy of power levels in that a High Rank creature can never challenge a Master Rank.
However, we humans are different. After all, there is a special power called Gifts for us Humans.
The power levels of Heroes are a tangled mess— meaning strength is measured by what an individual can offer. Threat Levels hold no absolute sway over us; we leap across ranks, indifferent to the hierarchical constraints that bind the monsterkind.
And the Heroes, the representative combat force of humanity are quite the reckoning if set loose no holds barred.
My comrades and I from Sinful have become adept at facing monsters head-on, disregarding the superficial classifications that attempt to categorize them. We are a force that defies the established norms, our strength transcending the arbitrary limits imposed by the monster hierarchy.
Yet, monsters operate on a different scale. Their strength is a raw, unbridled force, a straightforward manifestation of their innate abilities. There is no room for growth or evolution; a monster is either inherently powerful or inherently weak. Though variants do exist, they are an exception to the rule.
The golden rule is— monsters are incapable of self-thought, and self-thought is required for one to achieve growth. It's a simplicity that eludes the complexity of human potential. But that doesn’t mean monsters are in any way weaker, just that they have unique abilities that can be quite a hassle.
Speaking of growth, there's Evandel. A deviation from the norm, an anomaly among monsters. Growth should be inconceivable for monsters, but Evandel defies this inherent nature. There's something inherently special about this creature, something that challenges the very essence of monsterkind.
And come again, uh… speaking of monsters, I know that Orden exists… Sigh… I rather forget about that dude… I mean… I am happy enough that the guy is still not causing trouble. My mind wanders for a second to the TRH and TNE manuscripts.
I push my idle thoughts away as I focus on my task at hand.
Before me stands the Frost Dragon, a colossal embodiment of monster supremacy. Dragons, revered as among the strongest of their kind, exude an aura that transcends the physical realm. As I face this magnificent beast, an invisible weight descends upon me, a weight that dampens my very existence.
It's the Dragon Fear, an innate power possessed by dragons that renders those in its presence powerless. But I am not one to succumb easily. I isolate myself, drawing upon the technique of Empathetic Imitation. When it comes to ‘Aura’, I am more than capable of playing around with it.
“Frost Dragon, huh? This guy will definitely be strong.” I ponder the fundamental differences that set us apart. For monsters, strength is a predetermined constant, an unchanging aspect of their existence. But for us humans, strength is a dynamic force, ever-evolving and shaped by the choices we make.
The cavern is draped in an eerie, bluish glow as the colossal Frost Dragon rests, its massive form curled protectively around its hoard of glistening treasures. I am practically a phantom, unseen and unheard, thanks to my [Nobody Knows] Gift. A power that grants me the advantage of invisibility. In the silence of the cavern, I take a moment to assess the situation.
My fingers trace the outline of a dagger, its cold steel a familiar comfort. The dragon's scales, an armor of mythical toughness, demand careful consideration. Each creature is unique, and their resilience is influenced by both nature and temperament. The Frost Dragon, in its slumber, seems peaceful, unaware of the invisible presence inching closer with nefarious intent.
My arsenal lacks the grandeur of devastating spells or overwhelming attacks. I am a strategist, preferring the subtlety of cunning over brute force. Monsters, however, defy my preference. The unknown variables in their abilities make every encounter a puzzle, a puzzle I am forced to solve.
A reluctant sigh escapes my lips as I resign myself to the inevitable. There's no room for disdain when faced with the problem at hand. I am here for a purpose, and the Frost Dragon is an obstacle to be overcome.
With methodical precision, I chart a course toward the dormant beast. The cavern floor offers no resistance to my careful steps, and the dragon remains blissfully unaware of my presence. Confidence radiates within me; my [Nobody Knows] Gift is a cloak of invincibility.
As I draw closer, the scales of the Frost Dragon glimmer in the pale light. My first strike must be decisive, a calculated move that guarantees success. Unfortunately, my repertoire lacks the grandiosity that this moment demands. I feel a pang of frustration – a sentiment I rarely allow myself.
“I guess it is go time, I really am super sorry, dragon…”
I can feel the power of the Witch King, my magical hat, beckoning me. With a focused mind, I initiate the mental connection, delving into its mystical storage.
The hat, a whimsical but potent artifact, grins at me with a zipper for a smile. As my hands delve inside, the zipper slides open, unveiling a reservoir of magical potential. A strategy forms in my mind, and I waste no time. Two magically powered nukes materialize in my hands as I summon them from the depths of the Witch King's storage.
My Throwing Art takes over as I prepare to unleash destruction. The nukes hover momentarily in the air before hurtling towards the enemy. Swiftly, I activate both, a blaze of arcane energy accompanying their launch. In an instant, I enact my Flash Ability, teleporting to the 20th floor – a realm where marsh and forest meld into a unique biome.
The transition is seamless, and my surroundings shift from the cold cavern to the damp amalgamation of marsh and forest. Lizard-like monsters dot the landscape, providing a stark contrast to the Frost Dragon I left behind. Without hesitation, I retrace my steps, heading back to the 21st floor while maintaining the cloak of invisibility that shields me from prying eyes.
Upon my return, a scene of chaotic retaliation unfolds. The Frost Dragon, though grievously wounded, remains defiantly alive. The 21st floor stands untouched, as impervious to the magical onslaught as the creatures within. It's a testament to the peculiar rules of the tower’s functions.
The enraged Frost Dragon, a colossal force of nature, bellows its pain. Blind in its fury, it thrashes about like an unruly child. This revelation is reassuring; a creature driven by primal instincts is a creature with predictable responses. The absence of complex intelligence signals an advantage for me.
A calm resolve settles over me as I prepare to face the wounded but not-so-formidable foe.
Cracking my knuckles, I face the reality that Master Rank monsters await in other boss areas. A tedious challenge, considering it usually takes a Master Rank Hero accompanied by a couple of High Rank Heroes to stand a chance. The inconvenience gnaws at me. Ordinarily, I could have enlisted the help of Shin Myungchul and his lackeys, but circumstances have pushed me to tackle this trial alone. Annoying as it may be, it's a golden opportunity for training.
I chuckle at the absurdity of my own choices. If I truly sought rigorous training, avoiding the use of nukes on the Frost Dragon would have been the wiser path. Yet, here I am, reveling in the ease offered by my abilities. After all, I am the Savant of Sloth, an executive member of Sinful—an organization that thrives on exploiting shortcuts. Why go the hard way when an effortless solution beckons?
I mean, occasionally, I do walk the hard way, but it is still early so give me some slack… The dichotomy between the disciplined warrior and the indulgent opportunist plays out within me.
The Frost Dragon's roars echo, a reminder of the imminent battle that awaits.
Despite the annoyance, a smirk graces my lips. Challenges, after all, are merely stepping stones for the one who revels in the art of shortcuts.
I tighten my grip on the hilt of my daggers, ready to face the Master Rank monster with a combination of strategic prowess and violence.
Alfir Happy New Year. That aside, the double chapter per day has to stop. I have to attend college and I just returned to the capital city of my country so that my College may continue sucking my soul dry and chew on my parents' wallets like an undead hungry ghost racoon.
I step into the Tower of Miracle, my strides oozing confidence. Chae Nayun's triumph here tells me I should be able to do it too. I draw strength from that knowledge, convinced that I too can conquer this formidable tower.
The advantage I hold over Nayun is my ability to vanish from sight. Invisibility is my bread and butter, a trump card that should allow me to run past the monsters that populate each floor.
Thus, my silent waltz through adversity— hey, if I am so good at bypassing monsters, why do I not go into more dungeon or tower runs? Well, back in Under Cube, I spend my time more meaningfully on science stuff. I can simply cast my ability to my friends so that they have an easier run.
The Tower of Miracle stretches before me, an imposing structure of a hundred floors, each level a test of mettle and endurance. Stamina will be crucial in this uphill battle, alongside the physical and mental trials awaiting me… though I am saying it will be an uphill battle, I feel like I shouldn’t be cornered too much.
Yeah! Optimism at a 120%!
I press on, making my way through the initial twenty floors with swift determination. Stamina will play a crucial role in this endeavor, alongside the anticipated grueling battles. However, I remind myself that I have the upper hand—I can simply slip past the creatures and ascend each floor with ease.
No fights, no wasted energy. Easy.
As I navigate the tower's interior, I can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction with each floor left unmarred by confrontation. The monsters, guardians of this tower, remain blissfully unaware of my passage.
Shrouding myself in invisibility, I slip through them like a ghost. The grueling fights that I anticipated are nothing more than me just getting jittery. The first twenty floors fall behind me, conquered without a single sprint.
Woohoo~! I am invincible!
I stand on the 21st floor, the air around me frigid, as if the very essence of winter has enveloped this level. I glance down, acknowledging the ease with which I descended those initial twenty floors. It may seem simple, almost mundane, but navigating dungeons and towers has never been my forte. Barriers, hurdles set by the very structure of these places, hinder my progress. Fulfilling specific requirements is the key to advancing, and that's where I stumble.
Hmmm… How should I put it?
There are levels in dungeons that have a ‘barrier’ that will remain as long as the Boss Monsters still exist. It is like in games. You cannot progress to the next level without killing the Boss first… I think I nailed it in the analogy.
Sure, my gift grants me a certain level of authority. I can, in some cases, override the barriers that impede me. Yet, it's far from an infallible solution. I'm aware I'm downplaying my abilities. I can bypass a handful of floors effortlessly, thanks to my knack for skirting past most monsters. It's a strategy that keeps me in prime condition to face the real challenges—boss-level monsters.
Now, on the 21st floor, a chilling tableau unfolds. Before me lies a realm of ice, and atop an elevated boulder, a Frost Dragon rests. Its slumber is undisturbed. It's the archetypal western dragon, complete with wings, four limbs, and a sinuous tail. This is a Master Rank monster, a formidable adversary that demands more than a casual effort to vanquish.
I survey the scene, calculating the odds. The dragon, though asleep, exudes an aura of power that tingles in the air. Every step I take feels like a crunch on frost-covered ground. The challenge is palpable, and the realization dawns on me—this may become annoying for me. It's a clash with the mythical, a duel with a creature of frost and scale.
Seriously though? A Dragon in the earlier floors? The owner of this Tower must be nuts.
I take a deep breath, my warm exhale contrasting sharply with the icy environment. It's time to face the Frost Dragon, to battle a creature that embodies the very essence of this floor.
In a world where monsters and humans exist, a stark contrast in power defines our existence.
For us, the power levels of monsters are completely different. Monsters have a strict hierarchy of power levels in that a High Rank creature can never challenge a Master Rank.
However, we humans are different. After all, there is a special power called Gifts for us Humans.
The power levels of Heroes are a tangled mess— meaning strength is measured by what an individual can offer. Threat Levels hold no absolute sway over us; we leap across ranks, indifferent to the hierarchical constraints that bind the monsterkind.
And the Heroes, the representative combat force of humanity are quite the reckoning if set loose no holds barred.
My comrades and I from Sinful have become adept at facing monsters head-on, disregarding the superficial classifications that attempt to categorize them. We are a force that defies the established norms, our strength transcending the arbitrary limits imposed by the monster hierarchy.
Yet, monsters operate on a different scale. Their strength is a raw, unbridled force, a straightforward manifestation of their innate abilities. There is no room for growth or evolution; a monster is either inherently powerful or inherently weak. Though variants do exist, they are an exception to the rule.
The golden rule is— monsters are incapable of self-thought, and self-thought is required for one to achieve growth. It's a simplicity that eludes the complexity of human potential. But that doesn’t mean monsters are in any way weaker, just that they have unique abilities that can be quite a hassle.
Speaking of growth, there's Evandel. A deviation from the norm, an anomaly among monsters. Growth should be inconceivable for monsters, but Evandel defies this inherent nature. There's something inherently special about this creature, something that challenges the very essence of monsterkind.
And come again, uh… speaking of monsters, I know that Orden exists… Sigh… I rather forget about that dude… I mean… I am happy enough that the guy is still not causing trouble. My mind wanders for a second to the TRH and TNE manuscripts.
I push my idle thoughts away as I focus on my task at hand.
Before me stands the Frost Dragon, a colossal embodiment of monster supremacy. Dragons, revered as among the strongest of their kind, exude an aura that transcends the physical realm. As I face this magnificent beast, an invisible weight descends upon me, a weight that dampens my very existence.
It's the Dragon Fear, an innate power possessed by dragons that renders those in its presence powerless. But I am not one to succumb easily. I isolate myself, drawing upon the technique of Empathetic Imitation. When it comes to ‘Aura’, I am more than capable of playing around with it.
“Frost Dragon, huh? This guy will definitely be strong.” I ponder the fundamental differences that set us apart. For monsters, strength is a predetermined constant, an unchanging aspect of their existence. But for us humans, strength is a dynamic force, ever-evolving and shaped by the choices we make.
The cavern is draped in an eerie, bluish glow as the colossal Frost Dragon rests, its massive form curled protectively around its hoard of glistening treasures. I am practically a phantom, unseen and unheard, thanks to my [Nobody Knows] Gift. A power that grants me the advantage of invisibility. In the silence of the cavern, I take a moment to assess the situation.
My fingers trace the outline of a dagger, its cold steel a familiar comfort. The dragon's scales, an armor of mythical toughness, demand careful consideration. Each creature is unique, and their resilience is influenced by both nature and temperament. The Frost Dragon, in its slumber, seems peaceful, unaware of the invisible presence inching closer with nefarious intent.
My arsenal lacks the grandeur of devastating spells or overwhelming attacks. I am a strategist, preferring the subtlety of cunning over brute force. Monsters, however, defy my preference. The unknown variables in their abilities make every encounter a puzzle, a puzzle I am forced to solve.
A reluctant sigh escapes my lips as I resign myself to the inevitable. There's no room for disdain when faced with the problem at hand. I am here for a purpose, and the Frost Dragon is an obstacle to be overcome.
With methodical precision, I chart a course toward the dormant beast. The cavern floor offers no resistance to my careful steps, and the dragon remains blissfully unaware of my presence. Confidence radiates within me; my [Nobody Knows] Gift is a cloak of invincibility.
As I draw closer, the scales of the Frost Dragon glimmer in the pale light. My first strike must be decisive, a calculated move that guarantees success. Unfortunately, my repertoire lacks the grandiosity that this moment demands. I feel a pang of frustration – a sentiment I rarely allow myself.
“I guess it is go time, I really am super sorry, dragon…”
I can feel the power of the Witch King, my magical hat, beckoning me. With a focused mind, I initiate the mental connection, delving into its mystical storage.
The hat, a whimsical but potent artifact, grins at me with a zipper for a smile. As my hands delve inside, the zipper slides open, unveiling a reservoir of magical potential. A strategy forms in my mind, and I waste no time. Two magically powered nukes materialize in my hands as I summon them from the depths of the Witch King's storage.
My Throwing Art takes over as I prepare to unleash destruction. The nukes hover momentarily in the air before hurtling towards the enemy. Swiftly, I activate both, a blaze of arcane energy accompanying their launch. In an instant, I enact my Flash Ability, teleporting to the 20th floor – a realm where marsh and forest meld into a unique biome.
The transition is seamless, and my surroundings shift from the cold cavern to the damp amalgamation of marsh and forest. Lizard-like monsters dot the landscape, providing a stark contrast to the Frost Dragon I left behind. Without hesitation, I retrace my steps, heading back to the 21st floor while maintaining the cloak of invisibility that shields me from prying eyes.
Upon my return, a scene of chaotic retaliation unfolds. The Frost Dragon, though grievously wounded, remains defiantly alive. The 21st floor stands untouched, as impervious to the magical onslaught as the creatures within. It's a testament to the peculiar rules of the tower’s functions.
The enraged Frost Dragon, a colossal force of nature, bellows its pain. Blind in its fury, it thrashes about like an unruly child. This revelation is reassuring; a creature driven by primal instincts is a creature with predictable responses. The absence of complex intelligence signals an advantage for me.
A calm resolve settles over me as I prepare to face the wounded but not-so-formidable foe.
Cracking my knuckles, I face the reality that Master Rank monsters await in other boss areas. A tedious challenge, considering it usually takes a Master Rank Hero accompanied by a couple of High Rank Heroes to stand a chance. The inconvenience gnaws at me. Ordinarily, I could have enlisted the help of Shin Myungchul and his lackeys, but circumstances have pushed me to tackle this trial alone. Annoying as it may be, it's a golden opportunity for training.
I chuckle at the absurdity of my own choices. If I truly sought rigorous training, avoiding the use of nukes on the Frost Dragon would have been the wiser path. Yet, here I am, reveling in the ease offered by my abilities. After all, I am the Savant of Sloth, an executive member of Sinful—an organization that thrives on exploiting shortcuts. Why go the hard way when an effortless solution beckons?
I mean, occasionally, I do walk the hard way, but it is still early so give me some slack… The dichotomy between the disciplined warrior and the indulgent opportunist plays out within me.
The Frost Dragon's roars echo, a reminder of the imminent battle that awaits.
Despite the annoyance, a smirk graces my lips. Challenges, after all, are merely stepping stones for the one who revels in the art of shortcuts.
I tighten my grip on the hilt of my daggers, ready to face the Master Rank monster with a combination of strategic prowess and violence.
Alfir Happy New Year. That aside, the double chapter per day has to stop. I have to attend college and I just returned to the capital city of my country so that my College may continue sucking my soul dry and chew on my parents' wallets like an undead hungry ghost racoon.
